Caesar is master of the world!" Never did the notes of the great water-organ of the palace sound so sweet in any ears as these words in those of the Roman ladies.

They bore with complacency a piece of petty tyranny on the part of Pothinus, which at another time they would have found galling indeed.
Report had it that Cleopatra had gathered an army in Syria, and the eunuch, with his royal puppet, was going forth to the frontier town of Pelusium, to head the forces that should resist the invasion.

Cornelia and Fabia were informed that they would accompany the royal party on its progress to the frontier.

Pothinus clearly was beginning to fear the results of his "honourable entertainment," and did not care to have his guests out of his sight.

It was vexatious to be thus at his mercy; but Cornelia was too joyous in soul, at that time, to bear the indignity heavily.